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Hey everybody, welcome back to another episode of Cryptic.
The Cocktail Party, a show where we have a few drinks, share a few laughs, take a dive
into the unknown.
I'm your host Dave and today I'm joined by Sarge and Maynard.
How you guys doing, buds?
Hey, what's going on?
How's it going?
Do you guys want to introduce which one is which so I don't have to...
Yeah.
So they can differentiate the voices.
I'm Sarge and that's Maynard, but you can't see that because it's an audio medium.
Yeah.
So it's just the one with the heavier Boston accent is Sarge.
Yeah.
Mine's medium, his is high.
My parents dropped me on my head a lot as a kid.
So how you guys doing?
Not bad, man.
I'm excited to talk about weird...
Can we swear on this podcast?
Because I...
Yeah.
Okay, good.
Because I'm not capable of not swearing.
Oh no, you guys are totally fine.
My father was a carpenter and then I was in the military for a while.
So I'm not super well behaved.
But yeah, no, we were really fucking excited because we had a podcast where we're going
to get back into it.
I mean, like an idiot, I went into my master's degree.
And so that's eaten up much more of my time than I expected.
Somehow I didn't think a graduate level degree would take up a lot of energy, but it really
does.
No, my wife just got finished with her master's and it took her, oh God, years.
That's actually why we ended up moving out of New England to Philly so she could do that.
Okay.
You get it.
Yeah.
Getting your master's.
It's a lot of work.
I got after, in two weeks, I only have one class left.
I graduate March 30th.
Oh hell yeah, man.
Congrats.
Yeah.
I'm counting down the frigging seconds to be honest with you.
He is, I can hear him.
Loudly shouting the seconds in my backyard in the middle of the night.
We also live next door to each other for context.
We do actually.
So it's weird.
We grew up in the same city, never met each other, and then within a year we moved directly
next door to each other.
Well, I mean, I guess that's fate, I guess.
I don't really.
It is.
It is absolutely fate.
Our kids are best friends.
It's weird.
Maynard, how are you doing?
I'm doing well.
Enjoying a nice local beer today and ready to do this.
Oh yeah.
What are you guys drinking?
I'm drinking a Trillium.
I have to take off the little canister here.
This particular one is called Insert Farming Reference Here.
Okay.
For the listeners, it just has shovels and things on the label.
And I'm just drinking a Mish Mash or whatever was in my fridge.
So right now I'm drinking Cutwater Creek Mojitos, but I've also got some Down East Cider here
that I'm going to pound out.
Cutwater, oh boy.
This is going to get ugly towards the end.
They're good.
They're so good.
And for the money that you're spending, the alcohol content is phenomenal.
That's really all that matters.
That's exactly it.
It's just how fucked up can I get on the cheapest level?
Yeah.
I mean, I never really was good at percentages until I started drinking, and now I'm a fucking
expert.
I can do the math in my head.
Oh yeah.
I can do ounces, beer percentage, all that stuff.
If they had really, honestly, if they had just presented percentages to me in high school
in terms of how drunk I would get, I would have been much better at them.
That's for sure.
All right, guys.
Well, I do have one question before we start.
Are you guys cryptids guys or any paranormal folklore, that kind of stuff?
Well, again, the audience can't see me right now, but I am wearing a Mothman hat and t-shirt.
So yes, we are big on weird shit.
Anything weird.
I appreciate you bringing out the flair for this, even though no one can see it.
I appreciate it.
Well, this is more for you than anyone else.
We just wanted to impress you with our knowledge.
I appreciate that, guys.
All right.
You guys ready to dive into this?
Let's do it.
What do you got?
All right.
So you guys don't know what we're going to be talking about today, right?
No.
No, we did.
We purposely chose not to know.
I know that you had mentioned that you try not to tell your guests, and I didn't want
to guess.
I didn't want to try anything.
So please surprise us.
So what I decided was today, since I'm originally from New England, you guys still live in New
England, I was going to try and do cryptids from Massachusetts.
But they're all kind of the same.
They suck, really.
They suck.
Yeah.
It's not.
They're all kind of boring.
And then I was like, what if I do just New England in general?
And then I said, no, I'm not going to do that.
So what I did is I ended up sticking with Massachusetts, but instead of doing cryptids,
I did folklore and urban legends, which I guess are probably more well known.
I was going to do the Bridgewater Triangle, but that's a whole fucking other.
We did one or two podcast episodes on the Bridgewater Triangle.
Yeah, I think I was just two.
Yeah, my brother did some heavy research on that.
Yeah, it was too much to try and just get into one single episode.
So I have two stories for you, and I'm just going to go into it, and then you guys just
let me know.
So the first stop on our little paranormal stroll around the great state of Massachusetts,
we're going to start in a small town in the southern part of the state right on the border
of Rhode Island called Seconk.
I don't know.
Seconk.
I'm going to be 100% honest.
I had no idea that this was even a place at all.
Even the people who live there aren't terribly sure.
You actually have to go into Rhode Island first to get there.
I think there's direct access from Massachusetts.
There's two places in Massachusetts that you have to drive through Rhode Island to get
to.
One is Rehoboth, and the other is Seconk.
Okay, well that kind of... Well, I'll get into it.
I'm excited.
I've never heard anything about Seconk.
The reason why I didn't know this place existed is because it seems like it's boring as all
hell.
According to TripAdvisor, it's got some pretty cool things going for it though.
It's got the Seconk Speedway if you're into watching cars go in a circle for hours just
in the hopes that one will burst into flames.
I always went up to New Hampshire for that kind of action.
New England Dragway.
Yeah.
It's also home to a Fear Town Haunted USA, which I don't know what that is.
It's like a haunted house, but that's also located inside of Seconk Speedway.
That sounds like one of those places where sex pests get jobs so they can just touch
women randomly as they wander through a horror mansion.
Do you know what I'm talking about?
A guy who's like, I can legally grope a woman here.
Not that I agree with it.
It's kind of like, what's that the most haunted, the most terrifying haunted house that turns
out is just a dude who is so weird perverted?
Yeah.
That's exactly what- Something manor?
Yeah.
Exactly.
That's exactly what came to mind is I was like, this dude probably just has a fear kink.
Pretty much, yeah.
According to one reviewer, it said, quote, what a disappointment and quote, the maze
is very dark and full of tripping hazards.
I'm amazed they haven't been sued or forced to close.
I knocked my head on a wooden beam so hard, I thought I drew blood.
Three stars.
What a disappointment.
Sounds like my dad reviewing my life.
But also it's three stars out of five.
They wrote that review and gave it three out of five.
Better than average and disappointing.
I mean, when you think about it in New England though, I mean, that is a fairly glowing review.
We're not an easy people to please.
Oh no.
Yeah.
When I saw that, I was like, that tracks.
The other thing Seekonk has going for it is it's easily accessible by Route 44.
But now I just learned from you guys that you have to go through another state to get
to this one.
Yes, you do.
You do.
But this is where the topic of our discussion for this first story will take place.
And I don't really know if it's a plus that it's on Route 44, but I have no other way
to really segue into the topic.
I've literally never heard of Route 44.
And maybe I've driven on it and I just don't know it.
Because when I go to get tattoos, I have to go to Rehoboth.
And yeah, I have to imagine that Seekonk is near there.
I don't know.
Well, it's funny that you bring up Rehoboth because the part of the Route 44 section we're
talking about is the part right between Seekonk and Rehoboth where people have been reporting
strange occurrences with what I'm guessing is a ghostly apparition known as the Route
44 hitchhiker.
Are you guys familiar with this?
No, no, no.
This is I'm excited.
All right.
So the story goes that people who drive along this section of highway between these bordering
towns will see a hitchhiker walking along the shoulder.
This hitchhiker is always described as being the same red flannel, dirty jeans, boots, shaggy
red hair with a big red beard and what one source described as dark, empty and soulless
eyes.
They're pretty much describing Mick Foley's character Cactus Jack.
That was the first thing I thought of when I heard that description.
It's only two hours away from WWE headquarters in Connecticut, so I'm not going to rule out
the possibility.
It's possible.
It's very possible.
Mick Foley is like the only modern wrestler I know.
Also the dark soulless eyes made me think of literally every high school teacher I had.
I was going to say this sounds like just any New Englander in the middle of fall, winter
time.
Yeah.
You look at us at this time of year and we're all going to look like this dirty hitchhiker.
Or Willie from The Simpsons.
Crowdskeeper Willie, you're right.
Grease me up, woman.
But anyways, so what happens is kindhearted drivers will see this obvious serial killer
walking down the road, thumb out with his stick and spindle perched on his shoulder
and think, that poor soulless eyed man, he looks like he needs help.
I think I'm going to give him a ride and then they'll pull over and pick him up.
I already know this story is fake because no one in this state would ever pick up a
hitchhiker.
Oh, fair.
We would aim for you on the road and try to hit as many puddles on the way as possible.
The only place that I know of that you can hitchhike in this state and not suffer those
consequences as Martha's Vineyard, that's only because everyone who lives on an island
is insane from living on an island.
The isolation got to them.
Is that what it is, the isolation?
It's got to be.
They only see other people for three months out of the year because that's the only time
that place is habitable.
The rest of the time it's just a windswept rocky nightmare.
You're starting to pick up on a theme for our second story.
Hold off on my thought.
I'll hold off.
I'll be careful.
How do you know all this, Saj?
At this point, when they decide to pick up this fucking hitchhiker, he will get into
the backseat even if there's no one else in the car.
Red flag number one.
Then when asked where he's going, he won't say anything.
He'll just point down the road in the same direction the car was already going.
Red flag number two.
After driving for some time in complete silence, the scruffy hitchhiker will suddenly start
giggling and then the giggling soon turns into just straight up maniacal laughter.
It's laughter that's so loud, it's almost unearthly and just pierces the ears of the
driver.
Now, obviously, this would make any driver of any car upset.
I don't have kids, but I assume this would be like if your kids are just screaming their
asses off in the backseat and you basically cut that out or I'm going to pull over and
leave you on the side of the road if you don't cut it out kind of thing.
My parents used to do that to me when I was being a little shit.
Once the driver reaches that breaking point and threatens to force the hitchhiker out,
the hitchhiker just vanishes, just disappears from the moving car, which to me is red flag
number three.
I don't get shaken easily, but that gave me fucking goosebumps.
Holy shit.
It would bother the hell out of me.
Yeah.
It's a nightmare, right?
None of it's good.
Yeah.
It is literally a nightmare.
Like, you know, redhead hitchhiker, I'd probably pick him up only because, you know, day walkers,
they're not good in the sun.
I want to grab that guy and just keep him out so he doesn't burn up like a vampire.
Exactly.
You know?
But then he starts giggling and then laughing.
Like if you want to scare the shit out of me, there's only three things that can do
it.
Weirdly dressed Victorian children.
Old people and anyone with a creepy laugh.
Yeah.
But I mean, to me, when I think creepy laughs, I think walking in Phoenix ruined creepy laughs
for me because his laugh wasn't creepy.
It was just annoying.
And that's more what I think.
I think it's more annoying than it is terrifying.
No, that's fair too.
But the fact that it turns from a giggle into like maniacal laughter and then he just disappears.
I'm not okay with that.
I think that's what did it for me.
That's what did it is the giggle turning into the maniacal laugh.
Yeah.
It's that transition period that really fucks with you.
Yeah.
And then when you know somebody in the back seat of your car starts giggling, it's probably
because they fought it, right?
But the maniacal laughter, that means that they left a stain.
I almost put that in the script that he started giggling like he just let out a silent fart
without anyone knowing.
You know me so well.
I didn't want to go blue with it, you know?
So I decided to take that out.
Welcome to the gutter listeners of the show.
It is kind of like that though.
Now for some, this is where the encounter ends.
He just vanishes from the back seat.
But for an unlucky few, the torment doesn't end there.
One witness said that after the hitchhiker had vanished, they understandably just fucking
took off.
I don't know what they would be running from because he's already gone, but I feel like
the fear and adrenaline would just make you want to just get out of the area fast.
But as soon as he took off and was going down the road at an incredible speed, they didn't
say what speed.
He looked into a side view mirror and he saw the face of the supernatural hobo just like
floating alongside the car, which that was fucked with me.
Whoa.
Okay, well that actually for some reason for me makes it funny.
I don't know why.
To me, what I picked-
It would lighten the mood.
What I imagine is that he tried to jump out of the moving car, got caught in the door
and is just holding onto the side.
He's not actually supernatural.
He's just fucked at that point.
Either that or the dude's like sketching.
He's on roller blades.
He's got heelies on.
Yeah, he's got cut off shorts just looking through the window giving you the thumbs up.
I'm fine with that.
That's even better.
Now-
I would prefer that to the maniacal laugh for sure.
Another witness or victim, I feel like they should be called victims at this point.
I feel like you're being subjected to something that you just didn't sign up for.
Yeah, no, victim is a fair assessment here.
Said that shortly after he vanished, the music on her radio cutout and his ear piercing laugh
started coming through the speakers and the voice even started taunting her by name even
though she didn't speak her name to him at all.
God damn it.
All right, well now it's gone back to scary.
Fuck.
Now, who or what this hitchhiker is is unknown.
Some say that it's the ghost of a man who was murdered along that stretch of road or
a hitchhiker who was clipped by a car while walking down the street and ended up dying,
which I guess is the same as murder, but I don't know.
Another one said that it was just like before the highway was there, it was like an old
timey farmer who had land there and was mad that the road came through or something.
But either way, that's the story of the Route 44 hitchhiker.
How are you guys feeling about it?
Wow.
I feel like, I mean, it would be weird to me if the Route 44 hitchhiker just got Stephen
King'd, you know?
He was like drilled with a car and left on the side of the road.
It took me a minute to...
I forgot all about that.
Yeah, remember the guy who tried to kill Stephen King for no reason?
Oh God.
No, that's, that, I mean, damn.
That was kind of a roller coaster because you said redhead and no offense to red-haired
folks because I know you guys are tough.
You have higher pain tolerance than the rest of us.
That is true.
But to me, not to be a jerk, but I'm not scared of red-headed people, you know what I mean?
Just as a people.
Because I know if I just went to a desert climate, they can't get me.
Sure, they're ill-equipped to be around any sort of sunlight or harsh environment.
Yeah.
But then the laughter got me and I was scared.
And then we started skitching in his roller blades and it was all over again.
But then laughing through the speakers on my stereo.
I would have a problem with that if he was like saying my name.
And you didn't even say the name to begin with.
Yeah, yeah, exactly.
If I didn't introduce myself and he just started talking to me, that would, Jesus.
I might need to find a new tattoo artist.
I'm never going back to Rehoboth again.
This is fucked.
No thank you.
Maynard, where are we at?
I mean, definitely nothing I'd ever heard of as far as anything in our state goes.
So yeah, that's kind of crazy.
This is good.
There's a part of me that just wants to go drive on Route 44.
Yeah, me too.
I kind of want to go.
There's a part of me that wants to avoid it at all costs too.
So I don't know.
Which I've been very good at doing because I don't know that I've ever.
I know it goes from Plymouth to...
It goes from Plymouth to New York, I think.
Yeah, yeah.
I just kind of feel bad for any redhead folks in that town because as it is, people are
already kind of trying to swerve and hit them.
So...
I'm not the ghost, I'm just the redhead.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
We don't try to punish the gingers here.
Well, I mean...
Because they're daywalkers, they'll put a curse on you.
All right, well the next leg of our journey, we're going to travel further east to what
is probably the most LGBTQ plus friendly community that I can think of in the country.
P-town.
Provincetown, baby.
Yes.
I love P-town, that's one of the coolest places in mass.
But unfortunately, we're not going to be talking about the fun modern day Provincetown.
We're going to be going back in time to the late 1930s to the early 1940s when America
was decidedly less chill.
Yeah, they weren't great with partying back then.
Yeah.
We're going to be talking about the Black Flash, AKA the Devil of the Dunes, AKA the
Provincetown Phantom.
This is another one I've never heard of.
The Provincetown Phantom?
Yeah.
So, according to...
I am so impressed right now.
...passing strange true tales of New England horrors and hauntings, it all began in the
fall of 1938 when Provincetown school children started reporting what they were seeing that
they described as an eight foot tall figure dressed in all black with a black cape and
a black hood, as well as long silver ears and eyes that glowed like flames lurking around
the dunes or hiding behind the trees.
Any sighting of anything that involves children, all the adults just chalked it up to overreaction,
overactive imaginations and did absolutely nothing to look into this fucking weirdo just
watching their kids from the dunes.
I mean, frankly, until you got into the ears part, eight foot tall, long robe, I just thought
it might be like a drag queen headed to a funeral.
No, no, no.
But that was a theory of what it could be.
Rupaul's in mourning, that's all.
No, like I said, they chalked it up to just over...
Oh my God.
Overactive imaginations.
That is until one of them witnessed it themselves.
Maria Costa was walking by the Provincetown town hall when the phantom jumped out from
behind the bushes and started to chase her.
Now, if this thing is eight feet tall, this means that it was either like a massive bush
or more commonly known as a fucking tree, or he's just like a little prankster and was
crouching down behind the bushes, like clutching his knees, just hoping someone would walk
by so he could just jump out at this lady, which to me is hilarious.
I would love that actually.
But anyways, the phantom was chasing Costa.
She said that he was making a buzzing noise, like a cicada or something like that the entire
time.
Now, terrified, Costa ducked into a coffee shop and frantically told the patrons of said
shop what was happening.
And upon hearing your story, a few of the customers ran out to try and catch the phantom,
but he was nowhere to be seen.
There's no evidence that he was even there, but that makes sense.
He's also known as the Black Flash, so he's fast as fuck.
Okay, that's fair.
She was being chased by a giant kazoo playing slender man.
Yeah, pretty much.
But she wasn't the only one to be assaulted by the devil of the dunes.
A teenage boy ran to the local police station saying that the flash had jumped out at him
while on his way home from the library and that it had also spit blue flames at him.
So that's fun.
Dude, this flash has really got it going on.
Yeah, that had a new fun little twist to it.
I wish I could do that.
Spit blue flames?
I mean, frankly, if I was eight feet tall, spitting blue flames would be like playing
chasing people while playing a kazoo and then spitting blue flames would be like, I wouldn't
be out without the realm of possibility.
Because when you're eight feet tall, like there's not many options for you.
True.
To entertain yourself.
I mean, you can't really fit in a regular movie theater seat.
You can't fit into a car.
If basketball wasn't really big back then yet.
So yeah, it was still out in Springfield.
This is all the way in Providence.
Yeah.
This is where the story gets good.
For me, this is where the story gets good.
Another man named Charles Farley, or I guess, Charles Folly.
That's better, much better.
Yeah, that's more accurate.
Charles Folly caught the creature snooping around his backyard.
So he did what any red blooded American would do in this situation.
Blast that fucker with a shotgun.
That's fair.
Yeah, that's accurate.
That tracks.
But like most supernatural beings, it looked at him, laughed, and then jumped over an eight
foot tall fence because fucking why not?
Apparently this thing has two favorite activities.
Those are popping out behind things and jumping really fucking high.
Because another sighting happened one night, not long after this one, where the phantom
was spotted at a local school playground and four police officers were dispatched to check
it out.
So they went there with their flashlights and guns drawn.
They entered the playground in search of this fucking nightmarish pogo stick man.
When they finally caught sight of him, they told him to surrender or they would shoot.
So not unlike today.
It's nice to know that policing has not changed over the years.
Yeah, and it's comforting to know that some things in America will always be the same.
Yeah.
But police cannot wait to shoot a tall black figure.
I wasn't going to say it.
Well, I mean, when you think about it, these goddamn savages shooting at innocent unarmed
people just out for a stroll, maybe black folks need to start shooting blue flames.
But, but, all right.
So what we're learning is the devil of the dunes is not a redhead.
No, he is decidedly not a redhead.
They're susceptible to heat.
But just like with Charles, the flash just laughed at the cops, jumped over a 10 foot
tall fence that was surrounding the school and vanished into the night.
Now the last time that the flash was spotted was in December of 1945, just seven years
after the school children first reported seeing the tall dark figure.
And this last sighting is kind of terrifying, but has almost like a loony tunes type ending.
So it's just like a good juxtaposition of emotions when you hear the story.
So the story goes on that day in December, the Gennard family's four children were home
alone for the day and playing in their front yard on Standish street when they saw the
phantom just kind of tiptoeing towards them.
Understandably fucking terrified, they ran into their home in hopes that it would protect
them from the advancing black flash.
Undeterred the flash did attempt to enter the home.
The kids ended up hiding behind like chairs and couches as they heard the doorknobs to
their houses begin to turn as the phantom attempted to enter the home.
The eldest son, Alan Gennard decided fuck that, I'm going to do something about this.
So just like Kevin McAlister in Home Alone, he said, Oh my God, I was really hoping you
were going to say this.
He's like, I'm the man of the house and I must protect it.
So Alan grabbed a big bucket filled it with scalding hot water and headed to the second
floor and opened the window where just below him you could see the phantom still attempting
to enter the house and he dumped the bucket of hot water right on top of its head.
Amazing.
The phantom just kind of gasps, like give him like, Oh, like he was more startled than
anything.
And then just left.
And then ran away on high heels and we found that it was RuPaul the whole time.
Yeah, it just ended up leaving and never to be seen again.
So this story is fucking weird and whatever, but there are two different news reportings.
Like you can find the newspaper reportings of two different events in this story.
So it has some like semblance of credence, I guess.
Oh, this makes me so happy.
I have to look this up.
And then there are some theories.
Some people think it's just like a dude being a dude.
One guy, I forget his name, but he said in the newspaper article that he thought it was
just a gay dude who got off on scaring people by jumping out at them.
He said it in a lot more offensive way than how I just said it because it is the 1940s
in Massachusetts.
In Massachusetts.
Yeah, no, that's fair.
That's fair.
We're not known for our gentle, our gentle behavior.
Yeah, but that was until he ended up running face to face with the phantom and he called
the, he said some things to the phantom that I'm not going to repeat.
And then the phantom just slapped him in the face as hard as he could knocking him on his
face.
And then he ended up running home and changed his story completely, which is fucking brilliant.
But that is a lesson I think every redneck in Massachusetts learns when they start picking
on gay folks and they don't realize that, you know, just because a dude's gay doesn't
mean he can't whip your ass.
No, but also not to be stereotypical, but a lot of gay dudes work out and they are very
strong and they will fucking ruin your life if you talk shit.
No, I was at a, I was at a, when I was younger, I was at a nightclub and this dude was, was
like starting to pick on this, this gay man who was, you know, the gay man was fabulous.
He was dressed impeccably.
He had this like, this like little clutch, like kind of purse thing on a chain.
He had like this beautiful makeup and this guy was picking on him and picking on him.
And finally the dude turned around and he like hoisted up his purse and held onto it
with one hand, like held onto the chain with one hand and just fucking cold cocked this
dude.
And I was like, the dude went down like a ton of bricks and I was like, this, that,
this is exactly what happens.
You, you fucked around and immediately found out just fucking crumpled.
He did like one of those Skyrim like animations.
Yeah.
Yeah, exactly.
It was just like, it was like a yard sale.
The guy went, I was waiting for coins to shoot out of them.
Oh, but yeah, but there you have it.
That is a story of the black flash of Provincetown.
And that also brings us to the end of our episode.
That's all I got for you guys.
That was awesome.
You brought up two things that I've literally never heard of and I've lived here my whole
life and we, and Maynard and I seek out, I tried to dive deep.
You did cause Maynard and I seek out the weirdest shit we can find.
Oh yeah.
There was a few others.
I heard that the Gloucester seek creature and then there's a sea creature in Gloucester.
Yeah.
You don't know.
You don't know about the seat, the Gloucester sea monster.
Sorry.
No, sorry.
The Gloucester sea monster.
Yeah.
The Gloucester monster.
No, that makes sense.
No.
Yeah.
You just mispronounced it.
Now I get it.
No, I'm just, I'm kidding.
I've never heard of that.
That is awesome.
That sounds vaguely familiar to me though.
The Gloucester sea monster.
Okay.
It wasn't, there wasn't a lot of sightings of it.
And then there was another one about a tunnel somewhere.
It was like a.
Oh yeah.
The Husek tunnel.
It's got like blood tunnel or something like that where it was like, it was like Massachusetts
original big dig.
Yeah.
The Husek tunnel.
It was, it's an incredibly haunted tunnel.
It's shut down now.
You can't, you're not even supposed to go there.
Like they don't want you on the property.
So you just got to jump over the fence.
Yeah.
What were we going to try to go there at some point?
We were going to try to go there.
We actually bought like all these batteries and stuff for our recording equipment and
then COVID hit and the whole, the whole plan went sideways.
Yeah.
We got something like that up here.
We got a, so in Philly, not in Philly, but near Philly, we have Centralia, Pennsylvania,
which is.
Oh yeah.
Yeah.
Centralia is like.
It's Silent Hill.
That's what Silent Hill is based off of.
Yeah.
And you used to be able to go up there.
There was this thing called the graffiti highway and it was really cool.
It's just this long stretch of road where everyone would just tag the highway and then
they tore up the highway.
So you can still get there, but now you're hiking up.
Yeah.
They're trying to stop you from going there.
Yeah.
Because the fire is still burning underneath.
Yeah.
Right.
The whole town is literally on fire underground.
But I found out that some people still live there.
Like there's like one or two families that are still there and like the church is still
there.
Like I want to go so bad.
It'd be amazing.
Yeah.
I really want to check out Centralia actually.
And then we have a place in Connecticut, I think it is called Dudley town.
Dudley town is just this weird little ghost town.
It was it was very, very small.
I want to say it was mostly just like one street line with houses and pretty much everyone
who lived there came came to a bad end.
A lot of yeah.
Yeah.
Really sad, like kind of weird stories.
But the stories of people going to visit Dudley town afterwards, you've got a lot of people
who are like, you know, they're sitting in their car and their car, like, you know, the
rear end of the car lifts off the ground and bounces up and down.
You see strange lights moving through the forest.
I'm a dyed in the wool skeptic.
And there are certain places in the state that I still won't fucking go without like
a crew of people with me so that I'm not like that crazy guy in the street corner.
Oh my God.
I went to the Bridgewater Triangle and this is what I like.
I need and I need people to to back me up on that for a minute.
I thought instead of crew of people, you're going to see a crucifix.
And I don't know.
No, no, I don't know too many things in the world that are scared of a lowercase t.
That's fair.
Maynard, you've been quiet.
What do you got going on?
Yeah, well, I mean, this is this is this is just kind of the way we operate because this
starts talks a lot more than I do.
Yeah, man, it usually just suffers my ignorant behavior all the time.
I do a lot of the technical stuff, offer some opinions here and there.
And you know, you know, I mean, both of these these stories have been great.
Like like like Chris saying, this is stuff we hadn't heard of.
Yeah, it was super surprising.
Like the the Provincetown thing that's so so the last time that was seen was 1945.
Yeah.
So not long after World War Two or during World War.
Right.
Well, it seems like it also started at the beginning.
Yeah, right.
Yeah.
It was during World War Two because 1939 to 1945.
How do we know it just wasn't an exceptionally tall German man?
I don't know.
He was just took it upon himself to torture this one town.
I mean, that is the first place it like the U-boats went like they tried to say, you know,
I love the idea there.
And then they also were in the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard area like that.
Right.
Yep.
And they tried to they also tried to take on New York and it did not work out well for
them.
So fucked up to think about is that they were so close.
Yeah, so close that they made it, but they didn't make it.
I like that our first line of defense against Germany was also a gayest line of defense
against Germany.
Yeah.
And they would have kicked the shit out of the Nazis, I think it was Provincetown and
1940s.
The two places where they decided to go like.
Yeah.
I mean, like four guys in the U-boat be like, all right, we're going to take it.
And like, really?
Yeah.
What's happening right now?
Good luck, guys.
Good luck.
Just keep sinking.
But honestly, like what I like even more is that like, you know, in New England, you know
how it is up here.
Like everybody knows everybody.
Yeah.
So to think that there was this giant eight foot man who was terrorizing people in a costume
and no one knew who it was, but then the next day the tall eight foot guy has got like second
degree burns because some kid threw scalding water on him.
Everybody's telling him the story and he's just like applying, you know, A&D ointment.
And he's like, yeah, that's crazy.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Fucking wild guys.
I don't totally wasn't me.
Excuse me as I go pop all of the second degree burn blisters on my face.
Oh shit.
Well, I appreciate you guys coming on.
Thank you for having me.
I'm glad you got blasts.
Yeah.
It's great.
If you guys want to plug anything you got to plug, I will gladly allow you.
I'll open the floor to you too.
What do you got me in?
I mean, since I was going to say since Elon killed Twitter, you know, that this is normally
the point you'd be like, Hey, go check out our Twitter.
But like, you know, he's he's he's kind of destroyed it.
But the side is pretty funny on a on Tik Tok.
It's Sergeant Destroyer.
So I'm just going to send everybody there.
Yeah, you can find me if you just Google side to destroy or you'll find all the terrible
things I do online.
Yeah.
I remember the way I found you was you put out that video on Tik Tok of the dude getting
upset over Bud Light and run over it with his truck.
Oh my God.
10 out of 10.
One of the best videos like your commentary on that was so fucking good.
And you made so many good points about.
Thank you.
You already bought it.
They have your money.
Yeah, you've already purchased it.
What are you doing?
Why are you doing this?
My two favorite things in the world are to pick on racists and people who don't like
gay people because it's just it blows my mind that that still exists.
Like, I get it.
New England's got a bad reputation, especially Massachusetts.
But no, that was oh, God, Massachusetts, especially Boston is hands down one of the most welcoming,
warming places I've ever been to in my entire life.
I mean, I mean, I lived in New England for 30 plus years.
OK, well, if you go back 10 years before that, during the bussing crisis, things weren't
so great.
I'm just fucking with you.
And you get it.
Everyone was a nightmare.
Yeah, everyone hates us.
But at the same time, like, you know, the city has changed a great deal since back then.
So for me, I like to represent my city by by attacking hillbillies and morons, you know,
religious bigots that are attacking gay folks and then anybody who has, you know, these
ridiculous strummin arguments they make against different minority communities.
All of that stuff really frustrates the shit out of me.
So my one of my I mean, tick tock is great for me because I can just dunk on these guys
while I'm sitting at my desk having a beer and doing homework.
Yeah.
So yeah, check out my tick tock.
And if you found a racist saying something stupid or a bigot, please send it to me so
that I can make fun of them in real time.
And I'll I'll link all that stuff in the episode description.
Yeah, please do.
Just yeah, there's a whole bunch of I've got all of the socials now at this point.
All right.
Well, so yeah, so follow Sarge on on tick tock at Sarge the Destroyer.
Follow us on tick tock at Cryptid Cocktail Party.
Follow me on Instagram, Cryptid Cocktail.
Cryptid Cocktail.
I've had a few.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
So bye.
And also, if you made it this far, I just launched a Patreon.
It's only one one tier.
It's five dollars a month.
That's it.
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Oh, God, yes.
Sign me the fuck up.
And if you ever want me to read one for your Patreon, I want no payment.
I just want to be able to read one out loud recorded.
Yes, we will 100 percent do that.
You could do that in your own time.
Send it to me and I'll gladly upload it to Patreon.
Not like not a person, but made it and I can voice act it.
That'd be awesome.
Oh, that's even better.
Oh, my God.
How much fun would that be?
Amazing.
So you'll get access to that.
You also get ad free episodes and shout outs on the show that all kind of that whole bullshit.
Anyways, do you guys want to say goodbye?
Yeah, this has been a lot of fun.
Hopefully you'll have us back if we didn't offend most of your listeners.
But this is a good time.
I definitely want to come back and do this again.
This is great.
Yeah.
Thank you for having us.
This is awesome.
Bye for now.